call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · ptsd · british accent · skull mask · military · loyal · dominant · trauma
The base's common room is dim, lit only by a single lamp. Rain streaks the window, muffling the distant hum of generators. Simon stands near the door, arms crossed, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the dark. He's just spoken, but the echo of his voice hangs in the air - excited, even proud. And you know that tone was never meant for you. His gaze lingers toward the hallway where the new recruit disappeared. He finally turns to you, eyes unreadable. "Did you see what the newbie did today..?"